Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 24,833 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

4001. They Disappeared 7/10/2014
4002. From Cradles To Huge Graves 7/11/2014
4003. Fathers Of Fright 6/25/2014
4004. Speeds 6/25/2014
4005. The Servant's Vows 6/26/2014
4006. My War With Mirrors 6/26/2014
4007. An Alien's Brain 6/26/2014
4008. To Go To The Room 6/18/2014
4009. Fluttering 7/11/2014
4010. Face Filters 7/12/2014
4011. My Webbed Feet 7/14/2014
4012. Zoo Of Life And Death 7/15/2014
4013. Comedy Is My Hobby 7/15/2014
4014. Most Brothers 7/15/2014
4015. Darkness Rose 7/15/2014
4016. I Must Be In Your Hands 7/15/2014
4017. I Sold My Soul 7/15/2014
4018. Life Has Stormy Weather 7/15/2014
4019. The Purple Blood 7/16/2014
4020. Blessed Time Of Solitude 7/16/2014
4021. Dignity Inside 7/16/2014
4022. I Just Teach 7/17/2014
4023. Where For Me? 7/17/2014
4024. With Reason 7/17/2014
4025. Like A Liar 7/17/2014
4026. Life Is Death 7/18/2014
4027. Think Wonders 7/18/2014
4028. To Understand The Reading 7/18/2014
4029. To Be In The Extreme 7/19/2014
4030. The Aftermath Of Acting 7/19/2014
4031. Days Without Days 7/19/2014
4032. All So Tired 7/20/2014
4033. Faithful Rock 7/21/2014
4034. Days Of Mercury 7/21/2014
4035. Memories Of Savages 7/21/2014
4036. Eating Dinner 7/21/2014
4037. Caught In Dreams 7/21/2014
4038. Words Of The Jungle 7/23/2014
4039. Stars Are Slaves 7/23/2014
4040. Young Liars With Medallions 7/23/2014

Comments about Naveed Akram

  • Kaitlyn McKenna (1/16/2008 7:00:00 PM)

    Naveed is a free human. Free to believe, Free to fight, Free to want, free to need.

    Way to go Naveed!

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Best Poem of Naveed Akram

For Every Storm

For every storm there is a room
And find the palace now,
From deserts are a tomb and gloom,
Where clothes must just allow.

The clothing kisses us on cheek,
When effort made us worse,
The cloth we wear is rather chic,
And worry is a curse.

The storm shall grow at all the speed
That problems make us mad,
You did not follow, or then bleed
As madness is your dad.

Read the full of For Every Storm

Wonder At All

All you do is talk of why I was true,
All of me is saying pleasant news you;
Almost far I push the leather at whim,
So to enhance my living at being dim.
Wonder can exist in shades of sorting out,
To keep quiet all silence and restore pout;
So all of us who always are in power, snow.
Where do you live? among the trees?
Are you forgotten, or upset? I give status

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